He rolled his eyes. Fussy. "Charlie won't know a thing."

But he brought their linked hands to his lips, and he kissed a knuckle. "...If anyone knows just how much damage that late sack of misogynistic shit can do, it's me. I mean, I've known the guy from the start."

Blessed spears were one thing, but a favored weapon by a powerful being had a real punch to it, especially when around their wielder and their innate power for so long. It was why the seraphim and higher ups had their signature weapons.

"If you want your ego stroked, however, you survived a direct hit from the First Human. That's not something many, if any, can claim."